“Thoughts thoughts. Are they not mine? I think, I write, I type. Thoughts. Are they wise? Let truth be told in words, compiled together, create a page, a book. Thoughts. Are they master piece? Is it a prize winner?...An Alfred… — Edna Stewart Copy Share
“… As one looks with the beatiful eyes upon a soul . . Only God is perfect." -Edna Stewart” — Edna Stewart Copy Share
“Afghan Girl Ice blue eyes that look to the morning sky as I knit the pieces and remnants of my life. I have No books, no paper, no pencils, and no black boards. I look at the holes in my life as I see the hills of the Appalachians that echo. I think to myself, who will I marry? Is… — Edna Stewart Copy Share
“Thoughts thoughts. Are they not mine? I think, I write, I type. Thoughts. Are they wise? Let truth be told in words, compiled together, create a page, a book. Thoughts. Are they master piece? Is it a prize winner?...An Alfred Nobel? Thoughts. Are they not mine? Gift of God? they are not mine.” — Edna Stewart Copy Share
“little birdy fly's away from the nest on its own and comes back with one twig and you invite it back in, it will… — Edna Stewart Copy Share Image
“Carpe Diem By Edna Stewart Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman did it, why can't I? The words of Horace, his laconic phrase. Does it… — Edna Stewart Copy Share Image
